Page 43 of The Billionaire's Wake-up-call Girl

I break land speed records in how fast I sign up for a Yahoo! email account—[email protected]. I use the email to set up a Craigslist advertisement. I make the ad very generic—Wake-up calls provided. Prompt. Trustworthy. Effective. I hesitate about the price. I have no idea. I quick Google wake-up-call service prices and settle on one. I hit submit and wait for it to go live.

My heart pounds nearly out of my chest while I wait.

I refresh my email again and again. Finally it’s up. But it says when it was posted, dammit.

Nothing to be done.

I do another quick Google search to see whether there’s a way to change the date. There doesn’t seem to be a way, but I discover that it’s a common ploy to delete and repost things on Craigslist to keep them on top of the search.

Perfect.

I grab a link and type a quick note:

Ack! Looks like they took down the old posting and put a new one up—that’s why I couldn’t find it! Trying to stay on top of the feed I guess :) But this is the service we’re using.

I say a little prayer and hit send.

Then I inspect the ad. If Mr. Drummond scrolls all the way down, he’ll see the date. But why would he scroll down?

The more I think about it, the more I think he might not. He’s too demanding and jerky to sit there and study every inch of the ad. He’ll click the email and make a few demands. Mr. Drummond wants what he wants when he wants it.

It still really stings that he’s going over my head to my superiors. We had a certain intimacy going.

Then I remember another hole in the plan—they’re going to want to set up with Hello Morning in billing.

Shit.

I go to my PayPal account and set up a special section that invoices under the name Hello Morning. Thank you, PayPal! I arrange it so that the money goes directly to my favorite sea turtles charity. They want the button to saydonate, but I do a workaround to get it to show up as a regular checkout button.

If he finds a way to follow the bread crumbs when I set up with accounting, they’ll lead to sea turtles.

Ha!Go ahead, follow the money, asshole.

I sit there wishing I’d picked a more outlandish charity. Sad clown fund or something. But sea turtles are worthy. Sea turtles are my favorite cause in the world.

I smile, feeling excited. Energized. Happy.

When was the last time I felt happy? Not since Mason.

I send the stuff to accounting as a new vendor. I give them the address, let them know the rate, and tell them they’ll be receiving invoices every thirty days.

My brand-new Hello Morning Yahoo! email address gets a response with a purchase order number. Hello Morning is to put this number on all invoices.

Yeah, whatever!

I write back to thank accounting. I sign it Katherine Mayhold, comptroller. I don’t know why I choose comptroller. But why not? I had phone sex with my boss at 4:30 in the morning and now I’m in a prairie dress impersonating a wake-up-call service. Just another day at Vossameer!

I get to work on the Instagram strategy, but I can’t help but have the Yahoo! web mail up on my phone. Waiting.

Whatever will Professor Wonderbrain do now?

Report me to my boss? If anything, I should be reporting him. Maybe he wants to apologize. Maybe he’s mortified. Maybe he wants to get a different caller.

My heart sinks a little at this thought.

Nearly twenty minutes after I sent the email to Sasha, a new email arrives. An email from Theo Drummond, CEO, Vossameer Inc. Subject line: Query.

I slip my phone into my lap and click on the message, heart pounding.

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